sometimes i wish i were a poet,
maybe then i would've had
better words to define you,
better ways to hide you
in between every line of my poems
and i know each of them
would have been a masterpiece,
not because i would have been
a great poet,
but because you are just a great subject
t o w r i t e a b o u t. . . .
YOU ARE READING
FALLING FOR SUMMER
Poetry❝Like the waves reaching out for shore every time he reached out she could see her not being as she was before. . . . ❞ In which both Fall and Summer fell in love with each other yet couldn't be together
